Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)

Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love

The half-moon westers low, my love,
        And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
        And seas between the twain.

I know not if it rains, my love,
        In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
        You know no more than I.

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